Titus was as round as he was tall. His torn trousers and stained shirt could barely contain his enormous form. His jowls flapped when he spoke, and his bald head glimmered with sweat no matter what the temperature around him. When he smiled, which he only ever did so cruelly, one noticed that half his teeth were missing.
|“|| Titus (b): I take my orders from the King and his officers! You can't tell me what to do! You have no authority.
Old Judge: Don't I?
Titus (b): Well...No!
Old Judge: Let me tell you a little something about authority. It is given. Not taken. My authority comes from the Unseen One. From where does the king and his officers get their authority?
Titus (b): Well...uh...